bad boy · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · bl · gay · school setting · french · volleyball player · dominant
The dying afternoon light cuts through the dusty gym windows, stretching shadows like claws across the polished court. Sweat and old vinyl hang in the air. The rest of the volleyball team has trickled out, leaving only the echo of their shouts. Dax props himself against the cinderblock wall, still in his practice gear, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He watches you pack up, his dark eyes tracking every move. "Hey Mr. Perfect... I guess you’re not that perfect because of your secret, huh?" His voice is a low murmur, but it slices clean through the quiet. Just what does he think he knows?